Fractured Cliché: Acid mouth
Correct Cliché: Acid tongue
Stephen came downstairs the other day dressed in a ratty t-shirt and plaid pajama pants that were ripped off at the knee. Frankly, I couldn’t understand why he even owned such an outfit but he wasn’t going out in public so I didn’t say anything.
At the end of the day when we were getting ready for bed, he walked into the bathroom with his arms in front of him, his muscles flexed and said that with his pants ripped he looked like The Incredible Hulk.
I started laughing and asked why he was wearing that particular outfit.
He said he didn’t want to get acid on his clothes when he was messing with a battery. Startled, I commented that it might be better to get acid on clothes than skin, but he disagreed.
Here was an opportunity to engage an acid tongue, but I neutralized the situation by keeping my inner Hulk in check.
May the farce be with you!